COOKING BUTTER
The other evening, we asked our
oldest daughter, Tammy (almost eleven)
to get some butter out of the refrigerator.
(Actually, it was margarine, but anything
yellow, outside of lemon or a banana...
we call it butter.)
She was not able to find any. At least, she
couldn't find any in the squatty plastic container
still sitting in the 'fridge.
Then we spotted a box of one-pound sticks
of "butter."
"Here's some, lets use these," said we.
"Daddy, that's cooking butter. That's
what Mommy uses for cooking."
Well, Donna and I had a good laugh
over that. It let us know we were born
before the age of plastic.
In just a few short years, Tammy will
be wanting to drive the car. Can you
imagine us trying to explain what a
clutch was?
(First published on September 28, 1978,
#532.
Some revising done on on July 24, 2018)
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